I look at you, can't pretend you're doomed Instead of try, all you do is loose Why can't you try, open up your eyes Just look around, catch a world that dies
I cannot see I can't believe This is my fault Please let me go
This is a world called business And we're just trade market systems Buy and consume our perfection Trying to get approbation
Fragile lies, on your mind Break the ice, think just twice Buy some more, nothing last Compromise our genocide What is that, give me some It's like sex, I want more Sweaty and dumb Feeling down
Honestly this is my fault I can't believe this is something irritating Sometimes I wish I could be the one that bails me I cannot live if this drug consume just hates me But in my hand it‟s the portion of my candy
I can't believe, this is it I Want more, give me some It's like sex, but far worse All this sounds feels like dope!